The Shadow’s eyes were closed! This was Darley’s chance!
Like a flash, the committeeman whipped out an automatic, and aimed it squarely between those glimmering eyes. But his ruse failed.
The Shadow had given Darley the opportunity, so he knew what to expect. The Shadow’s own fingers pressed the trigger of Ling Soo’s revolver.
The green eyes still shone from The Shadow’s lids. Then they disappeared. The Shadow viewed the crumpled form of Joseph Darley.
Shooting with sure aim, knowing that Darley had not moved from the cover of that upraised gun, The Shadow had felled Green Eyes.
A startled man was coming to the cabin. One of the crew had heard the shot. He saw Darley’s form, and hurried toward it. The Shadow fell upon him as he passed. The man lay helpless upon the floor.
Stepping to the deck, The Shadow listened. He could hear a faint sound from the water. He went back into the cabin. Garbing himself in coat and hat that lay upon the chair, The Shadow stepped noiselessly upon the deck.
The other members of the crew were forward. They were standing on the deck, with long wooden boxes at their feet.
The precious load of opium had been packed. Two small boats were approaching.
By the actions of the man who approached them in the dark, the crew of the Sepia thought that he was Darley. For as the coat-clad figure spoke in a low tone, the voice was Darley’s voice.